Maiden of the Seas

P.B. Shelly style. My first attempt in archeic English and romantism!


I

O maiden of the seas, Listen to my hearts behold
Thou mayst spend time with happiness and peace
As thy friendship with King Terrous the Bold

Even thou shall not linger with the handsome prince
Who didst thou fell in love, eftoons when thy eyes met
Sly, wily creature was he, yet thou love ne’er shall cease

Man of wisdom, not he, yet the marriage set
Brings doubt and happiness to you, my lady
O thou, forgive my presence in thy crest

Meaningful my words maybe to thy sacred - Pray
To the Lord, watchful, eternally watchful
Gratify thou precincts with my kingdom, O lady

The sisters of the seas have borne contently thy fateful
Life with me, forget thy fatuous prince, O graceful

II

O maiden of the seas, visit my dreams often and bestow
Thou blessings to conquer for thee and conquer, I shall
The empire of creation, destruction, and shadow

Come beneath the ocean to my humble abode; dwell
Thy mind on the seven voyages of Sinbad the Sailor
And say not but a word and he’ll be at your will.

Elate my heart with thy comely presence, my dear,
And I will give all thy heart’s desire,
Merely a touch beneath all, clear your fear

Thou maketh my life complete, your ire
Shall not be muddled against your ease
The flame is lit and thou can deem the fire

O impeccable princess, without you I shall cease
To exist, O help me, maiden of the seas!

-B'rath


So whtdya think..?..

Da Vinci...nah...Dasmunsi Code!

I read an article in the newspaper the other day on the release the much awaited Da Vinci Code. It said,

“Mr Dasmunsi hinted that he was aware of a political conspiracy to destabilize the Government by creating a controversy over the film. Referring to past instances, he said he cleared ‘Rang de Basanti’ after viewing it five times”.

Hmm…is something fishy going on here or what! “conspiracy to destabilize Government”…now how the hell is a blockbuster movie going to do that? Where the hell do people come up with that stuff? Maybe the Dasmunsi himself must have read Dan Brown’s ‘Deception Point’ to think in those lines. The Da Vinci Code (though not released yet) is the greatest movie of all time. Due to all the controversies about it is surely going to make more at the Box Office than expected. It is after all a work of fiction. The only problem is that Dan Brown has written it so incredibly convincing that we forget that it is indeed really fiction and could (possibly) destabilize the Government!
Oh! As for Rang de Basanti…phenomenal movie for Indian standards, nothing was really controversial in it…just the plain hard truth…controversial enough!. It was soo good, that Dasmunsi just wanted to see it a hell lotta times before it released so he can so off to his friends. Hope Da Vinci Code releases ASAP... its one movie I wouldn’t miss for the world!

Missing Moments!

Reminiscing, I am… of the road I’ve traveled to get here. Early in the journey, a fuzzy haze clouds further thoughts of my young self, only partial streaks flashing past, those which let me enjoy the most special of moments again. Here is my life as short as possible (even then reaching 1000 words).

Born in Chennai June 11th, 1990 as an innocent, humble being.
I do remember my first birthday in Dallas, my dad held me on his shoulders, the cutest smile ever humanly possible, on mine.
A year later I’m in Paris, more memories: a kitchen set, a room of my own with blue spreads on my bed, a diamond ring in my pocket by chance but (un)-fortunately found and returned. I lived a few blocks from the Eiffel Tower, and was always found playing in its vast, verdant gardens, stealing a drink from the fountains every time I got the chance. My first medal, won in a running competition; I still have it, its blue ribbon ever lustrous. I remember my obsession with dinosaurs; such magnificent creatures I thought I would meet some day, and a song “Wish that I could go to grandma’s house to see the dinosaur…..,” the tune I will never forget. The trip to ski resort in Geneva, and my grueling yet comical efforts on skis. One of the more fascinating things I saw was that my cousin’s dresser opened into a complete kitchen unit with stoves sinks and such, all enclosed within the closet. I found that totally amazing then. Maybe that’s why I still remember…The veil of mist shrouds more memories. A dance in Belgium (Hawaiian style belly dancing I think); I was about six at the time.

I’m on the flight to Madras, India. I had these weird trepidations of the country back then. I imagined a desert and jungle country with snakes and tigers, something just out of ‘The Jungle Book’, (one of my more favorite movies earlier). I get down on the runway, and felt a gust of hot hair on me, Man I AM in a desert! But the thing is, Chennai wasn’t as hot as it has been these past few years. I had never seen an Auto Rickshaw before; I thought they were tricycles on motors (which they are! apparently). And so went a couple of years at Vidya Mandir. First friends, first fights, first singing classes!! I used to love going to the temple, see the Idols brilliantly decorated, smelling the flowers, feeling the softness of the scared ash between my fingers, and the ladoos!! (that’s one part of me that has completely changed)The temple tank was filled with water back then, now can only be a dream when the rains come.

Back on the flight again, this time to Omaha, Nebraska where I spent my next 3 years. New friends and teachers much more enthusiastic than the ones I met in India.
A new obsession, the violin. I found out I was extremely talented, from third seat to second to first seat in a month, I enjoyed it very much. I was selected for my first public speech in 6th grade on the farewell to intermediate school. I went to 7th grade in Beveridge, a huge school indeed. First crush, then more. I learnt to waltz and even the ‘art’ of fine dining. The school dances were my favorites during that year. I failed in my algebra tests; I excelled in arts & crafts. This was in 2001.

The next year, I moved to Pittsburg, PA., a whole new environment, Chartiers Valley Middle School. Once again, more new friends, more new crushes, and finally a ‘girlfriend’ in my Honors Geometry class…uh…ahem. I loved my teachers there, they understood so much and taught so much; not just the subjects. I spent almost a year there when once again I moved back to my hometown, now called Chennai.

I was deliberately reluctant to come here; I had quite a few apprehensions before I came. A brand new education system, I can never understand (Board Exams indeed!!) and so many among other things.

Chinmaya Vidyalaya, my new institution of knowledge. I first saw our Principal; it’s confirmed: I’m doomed. Well it wasn’t so bad, as I found out later.

Now, my memories have escaped the fog, and are a bit more vivid. I went into my 9 A class. Everyone was staring at me, who the hell is this guy? From the US I think!? What the hell is he doing here!? Expressions I’ve received too many times in my life. Another new student was sitting at the front bench crying; Hell with him! I thought. An exceptionally pretty girl watched me as I walked past; Well, life isn’t going to be that bad!. I found a seat next to a boy who shared almost the same name as mine. I got caught for possession of a calculator in math period. Apparently they found I was too impish for the class, so they shifted me to 9 C. The C section, where I spent the 2 years, making new friends (once again!...one can never have too many friends), competing for a rank that I thought I would never get, Man these Indians are damn smart! Startling myself even, I did excel in my studies and stuff. I made more friends through the competition, my future friends I should say, for they were merely rivals in the game of Board-Exam-Frustration. I had the best of times in the excursions I had gone to, the first to Rajasthan, the next to Sidhabari. I never had felt such joy and the memories are now an indelible part of my existence. I shall not describe them here, for they may take enough space for an entire months worth of articles. Then 11th grade, the best school year so far. Once again, excelling in all subjects, going to an IIT Prep class (the use of which I still can’t figure….apparently guaranteeing a seat at IIT…ha ha indeed!). I started to figure out that there is something more to life than just this, ergo I fell in love…ahem.

Now I’m in 12th, the final year before my step into the unyielding world and I’m sure I’ll be able to add more lovely memoirs to last for a lifetime and a bit more.

Dead Ringer

This story was put up on my earlier blog. Considering that this is one of my better works back when i was in 9th, i thought it deserves a place here too!!

Max Riley, a smart teenage boy wearing a Navy jacket, T-shirt, and faded jeans climbed up the stairs to the principal’s office to discuss his recent ‘behaviors’. He knocked on the door.

“Come in!” an unfamiliar voice called from within.

Max opened the door and walked into the principal’s study, a tiny cluttered room with views over the school grounds. There was a desk and a black leather chair with its back towards the door.
“You wanted to see me”, Max said.
The chair swiveled around and Max froze. It wasn’t the principal sitting behind the desk, it was himself!!! He was looking at a fourteen-year-old boy with fair hair, brown eyes, and a slim, pale face and even dressed identically to him. In Max’s perplexed state it took him almost forever to accept what he was seeing. He was standing in a room looking at himself sitting in a chair. The boy was him. A dead ringer, as a matter of fact. With just one difference, the boy was holding a pistol.
“Come in,” he said, “I have been looking forward to this meeting.”
Max looked at this – this ‘clone’ straight in the eyes. He always believed that cloning was impossible - and to see a clone of himself! In front of him! ... How? ... Not to mention the gun! … Why me? …
Leaving the questions unanswered, he felt behind him; he still hadn’t closed the door. Without warning, he threw himself backward out into the corridor. Simultaneously, the gun went off, the cartridge exploding inches above his head and crashing into the far wall. He surged down the corridor and went up the flight of stairs into the chemistry lab. He instinctively ducked down, evading four bullets which ricocheted around him splintering the wood and smashing one of the gas pipes which instantly caught fire.
Max scrambled to his feet and went up another flight of stairs to the top of the building. Smoke was curling up from the windows two floors below. He thought of the chemicals on the shelves and the gas – the gas! – he could be standing on a virtual time bomb!
Just then, a bullet creased past his shoulder as he saw his double coming up the stairs. He made a dash toward the ersatz and a second later seized hold of his wrist and forced the gun away. A tremendous explosion below shook the building, but neither of them seemed to notice. They were locked in an embrace, two reflections that had entangled up in a mirror, the gun over their heads, fighting for control.
A crater suddenly appeared on the roof with another explosion, swallowing the gun as it fell down. The boy noticed it too late and fell through. With a shriek he disappeared into the smoke and fire. One Max walked over to the opening and looked down.
The other Max lay sprawled on his back, not moving, three floors down. The flames closing in. A teenage boy with fair hair, brown eyes, and wearing a Navy jacket, T-shirt, and faded jeans walked to the edge of the roof and began to climb down the emergency-ladder.

Joy of Flight

Everyone wishes to fly; across the world, out of the galaxy, out to their dreams. I always feel the destination never matters, the magnificent beauty of flight means much more.

this is such an amazing n inspiring picture!!

Music at Twilight

A trip to the mall is one of the most pleasurable time-passing, especially when you are at ‘JavaGreen’ with two of your friends singing away their favorite pieces. It was one such day on May 13th. I had gone to the mall on pursuit of that jade green dress, with turquoise frills which had caught my eye for quite some time. I was thinking of how lovely a gift it would be to someone on their seventeenth birthday. The shopkeeper had promised to hold one for me the very morning. As is habitual with him, once more I was deceived; the dress had yet again proved its worth by evading my grasps. Dismayed and crestfallen, I went to the café spot, bought myself a delectable piece of chocolate cake and found an empty stool near the pair of musical ‘artistes’. I received a wide grin from Arun who was on the guitar, and a breath of positive reception from Priya, who with her euphonious voice sang out eternal pieces of English and Hindi songs. Soon I was joined by other friends, who gaily entered the place, got themselves some drinks and joined in the merriment. The evening turned out to be quite splendid and impressive. Some college guys started to sing along, and with oodles of requests coming in from the enthusiastic listeners, Arun and Priya continued mellifluously without a break. Some ludicrous people even went to the extent of getting lyrics for the duo to listen to their favorite songs; well, they’re not to be blamed, because one can rarely find such a harmonious voice and cadence these days. Of course, the artistes were in for the money, but still the evening proved to be one hell of a memorable musical experience for all.

Voilà Mon Amour!!

Have any of you felt that you knew a lot about a person but only to find out that you didnt know a damn thing about the person in the first place?
Well...in my case it isnt that drastic (i atleast know a bit).
Obviously I'm talking about a girl. Girls aren't only a bit more difficult to understand but they usually dont want to be understood...and that makes it even more difficult.
Some who are reading this might know the girl I am talking about.
She is this one really cute and trendy kind of person (of course you know that I wont say anything bad about her here....well my opinion is that there is really nothing bad about her in the right sense of the word).
An extremely talented person who as been endowed with the gift of gab; she can take someone to Pluto and back and you would never have been bored or tired the whole of the journey. No one and I mean No one (not even You) can be as charismatic as her. She is exceptionally beautiful in her own special way and that makes her such an enchanting young girl!
Well now that I have told you all about what I feel and think about her, you would want to know how she really is. I cant tell you because this is the point where I sometimes doubt what I really do know about her....basically umm.... I dont know.
And well, its not bad that you dont know a person too well, it urges you to go that extra mile just to find out.
Oh...with this girl, it won't be a mile but a light-year!!!

Ze Officiale Langua'ge

The European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English will be the official language of the European Union rather than German, which was the other possibility.

As part of the negotiations, the British Government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a 5- year phase-in plan that would become known as "Euro-English".

In the first year, "s" will replace the soft "c". Sertainly, this will make the sivil servants jump with joy. The hard "c" will be dropped in favour of "k". This should klear up konfusion, and komputer keyboards kan have one less letter.

There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year when the troublesome "ph" will be replaced with "f". This will make words like fotograf 20% shorter.

In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible

Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling. Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes of the silent "e" in the languag is disgrasful and it should go away

By the 4th yer people wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing "th" with "z" and "w" with "v".

During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary "o" kan be dropd from vords containing "ou" and after ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a reil sensibl riten styl.

Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi tu understand ech oza. Ze drem of a united urop vil finali kum tru. Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking German like zey vunted in ze forst plas

Aston Martin

This is da New James Bond Car in Casino Royale....man! id love to own one!!! Wuldnt u??!!

Writers Deceit

Its not just how good a writer you are. What you write about matters more. Controversial works are now a favorite among the readers. Actually, it all comes down to publicity of the book. Readers love to read books which come in the news; doesn’t matter for good or bad. For example, let’s take Dan Brown’s Da Vinci Code. Not many had really noticed the book until the entire controversy about the Catholic Church came up, challenging the entire Vatican. So the moral of the story is to write about topics that are highly debatable.

More recently Kavyaa Viswanathan’s How Opal Mehta Got Kissed, Got Wild, and Got A Life is another book that achieved fame due to the controversy around it. The book apparently was plagiarized from other notable authors. When the book originally came out in the market, the response was apathetic. Now that since book has been removed from the bookstores, it has become surprisingly a best seller. Kavyaa might have lost her originality and reputation, but she sure has gained fame. So moral number two, its okay to plagiarize as long as you want to get fame alone. Kavyaa’s dreams have ended in disaster; we just have to hope that the people give her a second chance. The next book that she comes out with is surely going to be a bestseller, whether or not it is good. This writers deceit has worked perfectly in getting books sold and its going to stay a while longer and that alone I can assure.

Whoohoo!!

Yes we are finally here. After a long time ive decided to start this blog... I had another blog Phanatasmagoria, well i just didnt update it often...so it like fizzled out..so here im again, at a new beginning, wishing tht this blog would live on...soo i guess id update abt once a week or sumthin........well thts da plan. I shall share with u my thoughts, ideas, and whatever i find fun. Hope to see u here more frm now on>>>!

Scream PPL .......WHoooHoo!!!